zen_archer (zen_archer) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-02-07 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | green arrow ii, mockingbird |
Who: Connor and Bobbi
Where: Quinjet flying to NY
When: 2/2/16
What: Connor is on his way state side, picked up by the Mockingbird herself.
Rating: PG
Connor snapped awake, looked around blearily, then moved to sit up with a grimace from where he'd slumped in the passenger seat. He looked out the front view of the quinjet.
"I didn't think I would sleep so solidly," he admitted, trying to judge the sky, his brain tangling on time zones and the lighting. He reached for the bottled water to clear some of the cottony feeling in his mouth. "How long have we been flying?" he asked instead of the time. He could figure it out from there.
And really, the pilot had been a lifesaver. He'd been exhausted, and he apparently had not set his big toe right as he had thought, cause Bobbi had reset it and rebandaged his ribs. There wasn't much they could do about his hand. She confirmed it was likely the small hand bone leading to his ring finger that was cracked, though. (And that was why one was supposed to never punch leading with their small knuckles, but he'd been fighting more than one person much of the time--finesse and form had taken a back seat to survival). It was now comfortably wrapped and she had meds to give him to take down the swelling. Then they had sorted the island with the captives as best they could. They were free to go when the ship arrived with personnel capable of cleaning up the rest. Connor had then taken a front seat in the jet to head home.
He looked down at the phone to see if Mia had sent him any new texts since their conversation (he hadn't dared contact her on the other phone, but he trusted the one Bobbi handed him).
"You've been awake for at least 20 hours at this point. You're not tired?" he asked Bobbi.